I’m reckless and spastic with want, until I’m consumed, inside and out, sobbing my release and convulsing around him, my hands buried in his hair. Cameron thrusts up once, twice, letting me ride out my pleasure before following me over the edge with a magnificent, seizing groan. We collapse together, deliciously sated and curled into one another, and we stay there for a long time, pressing delicate kisses and whispering soft words.

Eventually I climb off his glorious lap and slip away to the bathroom to clean myself up. In the mirror I’m all flushed skin, wild eyes, and ruined hair.

And love. I’m so full of love, I may as well be bursting.

I climb back into bed, sliding under the covers, and watch Cameron doze. Jesus, I’m gone for this man. Just like I was gone for the boy he used to be. I nudge him awake. His lips spread into a smile before he opens his eyes.

“I just had sex with Shelby Springfield,” he says, and I smack his shoulder lightly with a laugh.

“You sure did. And now you should probably go take care of that.”

He rolls to his feet and I soak up his tall, lean silhouette in the shadows of the candlelight before he goes to the bathroom.

A moment later he’s out and curled around me once more, our bodies fitted together and exactly matched, his face buried in my hair. “I love you,” I whisper again. It’s like now that I’ve said it out loud, I can’t stop.

“I love you, too.” He runs his wide hands purposely down my side, dipping them between my legs.

“You’re still wet,” he says, his tone, hungry.

I spin to face him, my fingers tracing his beard and slide my knee over his hip. “Only for you.”

He thrusts against me, hard, and I moan even as my thighs open farther, welcoming him all over again.

“Mine,” he says, capturing my lips. His possessive growl zings right to my core and I pull him on top of me.

“Yours,” I promise.

“I might need to find other locations besides my bed, at this rate,” he teases.

“I hear open fields are lovely this time of year.”

“Timeless, that one.”

“Worked on me.”

“Let’s see if I can figure out what else works on you.”

“You work on me, Cam.”

“Until the day I die, I suspect,” he offers with a half grin.

“There’s no way we can hide this from the crew. They will take one look at my face and know I’m lost over your … thighs…” I say, dancing my fingers along his firm muscles and squeezing his backside.

He presses against me.

“Who said anything about hiding? I’m getting custom T-shirts made.”

I giggle.

“You think I’m kidding. Which do you prefer? I did it with Shelby Springfield or Shelby Springfield owns my Riggs?”